She playfully kicked his ankle when he mentioned bikini's. She wasn't fat by any means of the word but delicate. Clary wasn't looking forward to being in a bathing suit. She lacked any large curves and felt lanky and uncoordinated most of the time. Not like her mother would was beautiful in every sense of the word.

She didn't really want to think about it.

Clary followed where he was pointed and nodded. "Sounds nice. I live by myself and I don't really like it." Except that she didn't have anywhere to go and she didn't want to impose on those she knew. It felt like a loose-loose situation so Clary just dealt with living in a small house by herself.

"How many people do you life with?"